1 chapter one

*Fourth Year At Hogwarts*

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<b>y/n</b>

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The comforting smell of pumpkin pasties and sweets from the trolley wafted down the carriage and into the Slytherin compartment of the Hogwarts express. En route to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, the train was buzzing with excitement.

Looking around the compartment I sat in, I met eyes with many of my fellow Slytherins. Pansy Parkinson rested on my shoulder, lost in a world of deep sleep. Blaise Zabini too, was asleep, which left me to bask in my own thoughts. Watching out the window of the train, I allowed my mind to wander. Memories of the summer flooded back, long days spent reading by the large windows of the y/l/n/ mansion. Although I was sad to say goodbye to my parents and the mansion, Hogwarts felt very much like home and this year our school would play host to two of the finest school's in the country and Hogwarts' fiercest competition. The Triwizard tournament would unite the three wizarding institutions, a very rare occurrence in the wizarding world.

"Anything from the trolley dear?" A silky sweet voice pressed, pulling me from my thoughts. Before I had the chance to answer someone behind me did "two pumpkin pasties, thanks". I knew who it was before I even turned around.

My eyes met his and it seemed his eyes grew colder as they landed upon me.

<i>Malfoy</i>

"Where's daddy's black card little boy" I taunted as he handed over galleons to the trolley lady. "I though that's all you were good for"

"Shut it y/l/n"

I smirked at his response, beginning to fire back when Pansy stirred beside me, as if she'd heard her nasty boyfriend from within her deep slumber. "Drakey baby" she cooed. It was way too much for me and I ducked out before I caught any airborne feelings from between the two of them. Gross.

Starting down the carriage, towards private compartments, I let my long y/h/c tressles fall down my back, brushing just above my waist. It was only when I bent over to shake my hair out when I realised someone had followed me out of the Slytherin compartment. His cold hand brushed up the back of my exposed y/s/c thigh and it sent chills running all over my skin's surface.

"Look Blaise, I meant what I said when I told you we couldn't keep doing this friends with benefits thing, okay?" I was too embarrassed of the flush in my cheeks to turn around. I was scared he'd see it and realise I didn't mind feeling his touch.

"I'm afraid you've got the wrong idea there." The voice pulled the blood from my head to my feet and I felt the room spin. I shut my eyes, refusing to open them, for the boy who stood in front of me was most definitely not Blaise. The silver hair, black suit and that snigger he wore on his lips were unmistakable. "What the fuck Draco" I stammered. He had a girlfriend and she was my best friend. I hit him, hard. Then I ran.

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I ran to the end of the train, a place I had never been before, and there was good reason for that, it was the Hufflepuff compartment.

I was heaving for air, accidentally turning heads. Hufflepuff was known for being the kindest of the Hogwart's houses. Despite me being a well known Slytherin, they all greeted me with smiles, refraining from questioning my presence in their compartment. After what just happened, this compartment felt more welcoming than my own. I brushed past a few third years and was about to sit with some girls who had been in my potions class last year when the door burst open.

Draco was frantic as be advanced towards me, quickly closing the gap between us. I turned away, signalling I wasn't in the mood to talk. His fingers had just brushed my arm in an attempt to grab hold of me when- "look Malfoy I don't think this pretty lady really wants you here right now." Not recognising the voice, I turned back around and what I saw didn't disappoint at all.

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<b>Draco</b>

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"Two pumpkin pasties, thanks" I interrupted, handing over a few galleons to the trolley lady who had been offering service to y/n.

"Where's daddy's black card little boy? I thought thats all you were good for." God she pissed me off. Y/n /y/l/n, queen of Slytherin as they called her. The girl didn't deserve such a title. Sure, her parents were the most famous death eaters and sure, people liked her becauser she was nice and not because they feared her. But she wasn't a queen. Not at all. We weren't even at school yet and I was getting fed up with her.

But it wasn't just anger inside of me, deep down there was something else. An uncomfortable sort of sexual tension. "Shut it y/n" I snapped, hoping she would talk back so I could show her what punishments bad girls like her get.

To my disappointment, she held back whatever she seemed to want to say, turning back to her best friend Pansy Parkinson. "Drakey baby" she called to me, pulling my eyes away from y/n and towards her. "Hey Pans, I missed you" I lied. She was just leaning in for a kiss when y/n saved me from it, starting out of the compartment while she complained of catching something.

Pansy Parkinson and I had been dating for two months now but it just wasn't right. She was too desperate for me, ready to drop to her knees the second I wanted it. I didn't want that. I needed a challenge. I needed someone like y/n.

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She mesmerised me as she let out her y/h/c hair. It had grown since I last saw it. I wanted nothing more than to reach out to grab a handful and yank on it, showing her what hapens when you give Mr Malfoy that kind of attitude. Before I realised, she had bent over, she knew what she was doing to me. Fair game y/n, two can play that teasing game. I reached out and glided my hand up the back of her thigh, pulling away before I got under her skirt.

I was too caught up in what I was doing to notice when she called me Blaise and only came back to reality when she smacked me across the face. Hard. Then she was headed in the other direction. She was running away from me. "Who does she think she is," I muttered to myself and stormed after her. How dare she.

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"Look Malfoy I don't think this pretty lady really wants you here right now." Concern was etched all over Diggory's face as he blocked me from getting to y/n.

"Tell her that, next time she teases me" I spat. I spun on my heel and glared at the happy little hufflepuff munchkins before slamming the door to their gritty compartment behind me.

One thing was on my mind.

<i>Who the fuck does y/l/n think she is?</i>

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<b>Okay, hiiii! This is such a strange thing for me and I'm only just getting used to writing like this so this was kind of a practice chapter, apologies for the lack of detail and spice! Feel free to comment on the survey in the next chapter, as I would love feedback and suggestions. </b>

<b>I promise all the chapters wont be this slow, I want to keep you guys interested, obviously!</b>

<b>In future, I am planning on writing longer chapters, I'm just so anxious about publishing this one so I need to get it out there before i delete all of this and back out.</b>

<b>Please keep awaiting updates, I promise the story is about to get a whole lot better!</b>

<b>Lots of love,</b>

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